50 Shot Ya (Explicit Album Version)

Yo, yo, yo
What the **** poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent *****)
Muthaf***a (What's up man)
Uh, Harlem to Queens muthaf***as
(Heh, What's up *****)
And I'll smack the ******' s*it out your favorite DJ man
Y'all know what the **** it is man (Yeah, yeah)
(And, and say somethin ya *****-ass *****)
Yeah, street justice muthaf***a
(Yeah, go ahead, say something)
Yo, yo, check it out fifty
You handle the *****-ass rap ******
I'ma handle the *****-ass DJ ******
(Alright, alright)
We gon' bring justice to the game
(That's how we gon' put it down)
Straight muthaf***as
[50 Cent]
That's the sound of the man, c**kin' that thang - that thaaaang
That's the sound of the man, clappin' that thang - thaaang
Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya
See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya
Say a prayer for me if you care for me 'cause I'm on the edge
I'm finna put a shell in a ***** head
I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it
The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it
Homie that took the hit on me couldn't shoot this
Say I'm skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee
My 'causein Uzi out in L.A. done tripped and do the sets again
Got shot the **** up tryin' to rob the wrong Mexicans
I write my lifestyle, y'all ****** is cheaters
Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva
Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name ain't preacher
If you a pimp like kid, why them hoes don't treat ya
If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya
This flow's God sent, it's bound to reach ya
[Hook]
Problem child, I'm familiar with problems
I know how to solve em
Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em
Shoot em up, rob em
In the hood we starvin, you don't want problems
Problem child
[Bridge] [Singing]
And why can't you be man enough
To tell me where you're comin' from
[50 Cent]
They say you can never repay the price for takin' a man's life
I'm in debt with Christ, I done did that twice
I'm nice, y'all ****** can't hang wit fifty
+Blaaat+, y'all ****** can't bang wit fifty
Say I'm born to rhyme, there's a shell and a nine
Face stone and the cross, there's a ***** I tossed
See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course
You can check C-N-N for the "War Report"
See the drama got me ridin' with a sawed-off shottie
Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati
Man, ****** ain't gon' do me like Sammy did Gotti
I do it myself, I don't need no help
Give me a knife, I'll get rid of your neighborhood bully
Give me a minute, I'll take a ******' car with a pully
See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young
****** jumped me 'cause they couldn't beat me one-on-one
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[50 Cent]
I must've broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven
'cause pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven
This cities split 'posed to let black cats cross your path
The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin' your ass
I got "God Understand Me" tattooed in my skin
When I die, come back, I'ma tattoo it again
I'm the young buck that let the gun buck
Roll the window down and say: "'Sup up, ****** get ready to duck"
My heart is a house homie, fear don't live here
***** believe me when I say I don't care
Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons
Even when my luck's hard I still count my blessings
See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin'
Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
If you ***** I'ma smell you when you come around here
Them boys in Pelican Bay couldn't live in my tier
[Hook]